Seia sat at a table in the Forsaken Inn, poring over a map of the mountains to the south and all of the valley trails through them. The map was so big that it spilled over the edge of the table. Every so often he glanced at the entrance to the ratty old inn, or inked a mark onto the goat-hide map with his little finger.
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long time no see
